blu lock · soccer player · tsundere · arrogant · cold · rivalries · injury care · unspoken love · athletic · anime
The soft glow of the Paris evening filters through the apartment window, casting long shadows across the minimalist room. The scent of your perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the faint, earthy smell of grass from Rin's practice kit tossed on the chair. He sits rigid on the couch, arms crossed, his sharp turquoise eyes fixed on the TV, but his jaw tenses with each playful peck you plant on his cheek. His skin is cool under your lips, betraying nothing—no blush, no flinch. He reaches up and pinches your cheek, his voice flat but edged with warning. "Idiot... your lipstick marks are staining my cheek. Don't do it again... or I'll kick you out of the apartment." You only smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his jawline. His breath hitches, almost imperceptibly. you, what will it take t…